Delusions, are they? Perhaps . . . insanity? Paranoia is an option. Maybe a really bad sight. Lately, when I look around, or glance off to the side, there's a flash of color. Sometimes the color, in that spilt-second, takes form as a bug, the design of my mom's shirt, or something else completely. And I turn to look back again and there's nothing there, leaving my heart beating fast. What is this? There's nothing to fear from these things, objects, or people, but somehow I feel scared.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
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